Not Enough Gun (JS1 Tag Title Match LGBTKO RP#1)
Feb 5, 2020 18:03:29 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Kira Izumi, and 1 more like this
Post by bloodiedfox on Feb 5, 2020 18:03:29 GMT -5
Let it never be said I am unwilling to recognise the cunning of others.
Bloodied Fox sits in the back of a limousine, sprawled out on the back seat, staring down the camera lens.
You've set this up very nicely, Team Fairtex. It's public knowledge that Ryan is injured in the wake of Supremacy, so you throw out the challenge for a few weeks time, confident that while he'll be back in the ring by then, there's no way he'll be at 100%. You make sure to address the challenge to him by name as well, while also taking the time to bitch about the Freebird rule, ensuring that his ego won't let him step aside for one or the other of me and Seth. You make sure to name me as his partner too, maybe because you figure I'm easier to handle than Seth, or because you think the original two man iteration of LGBTKO would have better chemistry. Then, as the cherry on top, you get the match booked for J-Rok's debut show; a neutral setting, and a country neither Ryan or I have ever been to, giving us a nice little travel headache to fit around AWF's fortnightly schedule.
Now, you may think this is me whining, but as I said, I admire the cunning. In any battle, your odds of victory increase exponentially the more you set things in your favour before the first shot's fired. You strike when the enemy is weakest. There's just one flaw in your plan.
He leans forward.
'Weakest' and 'weak' are not the same thing.
The cornered animal is the most dangerous, and more than once LGBTKO have proved that when our backs are up against the wall, we will strike back with a force and a ferocity that's hard to beat. You talk about your storied history and years of tag team experience, and that's great and all, but The Saga had that as well and we still kicked their arses, even after Ryan had been through a war with Draven an hour or so before. You talk about your SWAT Tag Titles and your XPW Tag Titles and that's all well and good, but if those belts meant a damn thing then it would be us coming after you to try and claim them, not the other way around. You want what we have, and however much you stack up to try and climb up to our level, the simple fact remains that you are not there. As the old saying goes, don't hunt what you can't kill. We walked in WarGames against Legion and we walked right back out again with all the damn gold, and those guys were a damn sight tougher than you.
Fox leans back once more, a smirk on his face.
Tong, Phantom, you don't scare me, and you don't impress me. Come February 29th, all your plans will fail, all your shots will miss, and the entire XHF audience will be reminded of one inescapable fact: LGBTKO are the best damn team in wrestling today. You say you're tradition? How about you follow it, and bow to the kings?
Bloodied Fox sits in the back of a limousine, sprawled out on the back seat, staring down the camera lens.
You've set this up very nicely, Team Fairtex. It's public knowledge that Ryan is injured in the wake of Supremacy, so you throw out the challenge for a few weeks time, confident that while he'll be back in the ring by then, there's no way he'll be at 100%. You make sure to address the challenge to him by name as well, while also taking the time to bitch about the Freebird rule, ensuring that his ego won't let him step aside for one or the other of me and Seth. You make sure to name me as his partner too, maybe because you figure I'm easier to handle than Seth, or because you think the original two man iteration of LGBTKO would have better chemistry. Then, as the cherry on top, you get the match booked for J-Rok's debut show; a neutral setting, and a country neither Ryan or I have ever been to, giving us a nice little travel headache to fit around AWF's fortnightly schedule.
Now, you may think this is me whining, but as I said, I admire the cunning. In any battle, your odds of victory increase exponentially the more you set things in your favour before the first shot's fired. You strike when the enemy is weakest. There's just one flaw in your plan.
He leans forward.
'Weakest' and 'weak' are not the same thing.
The cornered animal is the most dangerous, and more than once LGBTKO have proved that when our backs are up against the wall, we will strike back with a force and a ferocity that's hard to beat. You talk about your storied history and years of tag team experience, and that's great and all, but The Saga had that as well and we still kicked their arses, even after Ryan had been through a war with Draven an hour or so before. You talk about your SWAT Tag Titles and your XPW Tag Titles and that's all well and good, but if those belts meant a damn thing then it would be us coming after you to try and claim them, not the other way around. You want what we have, and however much you stack up to try and climb up to our level, the simple fact remains that you are not there. As the old saying goes, don't hunt what you can't kill. We walked in WarGames against Legion and we walked right back out again with all the damn gold, and those guys were a damn sight tougher than you.
Fox leans back once more, a smirk on his face.
Tong, Phantom, you don't scare me, and you don't impress me. Come February 29th, all your plans will fail, all your shots will miss, and the entire XHF audience will be reminded of one inescapable fact: LGBTKO are the best damn team in wrestling today. You say you're tradition? How about you follow it, and bow to the kings?
Well that was fired up.
Bloodied looks over at Brendan Harding, who had been running the camera for the promo.
I'm still mad at you for not telling me about this sooner.
Look, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't think anything was actually going to come of it.
And yet here we are in a limo, going fuck knows where. How did he even get a limo?
Beats me.
The voice of the driver can be heard.
Gentlemen, we're here.
Brendan and Bloodied share a look, and then exit the limo to find themselves in front of a large building. Above the entrance is a rather new and impressive looking sign, reading three words:
Dread Wolf Industries